#Scars from his days of fighting bitches on the street ofc

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In my heart rin okumura is covered in scars and is chubby

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 1

Henry Cavill x OFC multi-chapter

Chap 1 - Coming Home | Chap 2 >

Disclaimer: Fluff, some strong language 

Word count: 2.364

Author’s note: Are you ready for some confused Henry-fluff, my baby sweets? I really could use something to focus on now we’re in full lockdown during the Christmas days *ugly cries* -- So, dear fellow quarantine babies: I hope you’ll enjoy the story! 

Also, special thanks to my babe @darkbooksarwin​ for helping out with giving shape to this story and pointing me at some of the technicalities of brain injury and memory loss. ❤️

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Say. What would you do if you’d one day wake up without a single memory of the last five years? Would you be like super soldier Hardcore Henry, defeating an army of bad guys? Would you return to the world in white robes, to help Hobbits on their journey to destroy one evil piece of jewellery? Or, would you perhaps be bed-ridden while you’re forced to watch yet another re-run of the Price Is Right on one far too small hospital tv? 

Well, for Henry it was unfortunately the latter. 

And where he had been ever enthusiastic to get back to work and pick up his life, the doctors thought otherwise, their voices all agreeing on one thing; he had to “take it easy”. 

Take it easy? Take it easy?! He had just skipped five years of his life! Let’s be real now! One cannot “take it easy”, when one moment you’re the main character of one of Netflix’s hit series, working 14 hour workdays, only to find yourself bedridden the next. Didn’t they need him? Didn’t they need Superman? Geralt? ..Him?

It felt a bit like he had been the first Doctor to step into the Tardis. Confused, but sharp of mind. Or, perhaps the Gandalf comparison was better; he had fought the Balrog of Khazad-dûm - or in his case some ghost riding idiot on the M5 on his motorcycle, only to return to the world as a different person..in a different time, the past five years a bit of white noise in the back of his brain.  

The one clear differentiation between him and Gandalf’s return being, that Henry had not lost “the One Ring”, but gained one, his left ring finger now sporting a pretty golden band that matched the one on the restless hands of the woman driving him home right this moment.

Returning his attention to her, he watched her, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel as her stormy blue eyes zipped over the chaotic traffic of the London city streets, her teeth biting in focus on her lower lip.  

She was his wife, apparently - a thought that both amused and frightened him. How in the hacking hell could he not remember having a wife?

Henry had always been good with people. Remembering faces, names, little details. But with her? His wife? He couldn’t even remember where or how they'd met. Matter of fact: he couldn’t remember any woman with this kind of sweet, heart shaped face, her eyes the shade of midnight blue and her hair so golden it might have been woven by Rumplestiltskin herself.

This whole thing was rather absurd.

Had someone told him he would one day wake up in a hospital bed sporting grey streaks in his hair and a scar the size of a small coin on his skull, the memories of his past 5 years erased, he’d have laughed hard. 

But, hello there new Henry, here you are.

Scratching at the edges of the itchy scar, Henry leaned into his arm, his aquamarine gaze quietly studying the blond woman.

*scratch scratch*

‘He-hey, don’t touch that.’ The blondine admonished, blindly swatting her hand in the direction of his shoulder - and missing - before she quickly reverted her attention back to the traffic, her foot pressing a bit too fiercely on the gas pedal, making the both of them jolt back in their seats.

‘WOA. CALM DOWN WOMAN.’ Henry gripped for the dashboard and gave her an exasperated look, her lips offering him a quick apologetic smile.  

‘Sorry. You usually drive.’

There it was again, one of those strange references to a life he couldn’t remember. A life that included stacks of family pictures and a car with kids seats and the smell of baby wipes and fake forest mint - he’d get rid of that stupid air refreshener the moment he could.

‘Come on…’ His wife grumbled at the traffic, her lips turning in a pout of pure focus as she tried to push the nose of the car between two sporty low riders on the right lane. ‘MOVE BITCH.’

Henry’s eyes widened at her words, the both of them laughing before she could apologise again.

‘Good gods woman. And how often DID you drive?’

‘Not too often. You were ever the gentleman.’ Her tongue poked out in sheer focus as she managed to squeeze the van into the new lane, a triumphant sigh escaping her lips before she looked back at him, making them both grin.

‘You okay, babe?’ She asked, halting the car again as they had to wait for a red light.

Babe. The simple word made his heart flutter ever so slightly, though he still wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing. An unease settled in his stomach as he looked ahead, the traffic a long string of red chimy lights that sparkled in the dusk of this cool May night, small pools of rain water mirroring the ache he must have caused this woman, his wife. Even as she now offered him a warm, sweet smile, he could see the tired hollowness that burnished her pretty face with dark eye circles and pale skin.

Henry wondered if SHE was okay, but then again..was he? He sighed and tried to relax as the car awoke again under the nervous press of her foot, his hand staying splayed out on the dash as he prayed to all that was holy that he wouldn’t get into yet another mind erasing traffic accident.

One was more than enough, thank you very much.

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The night had wrapped the familiar Mews houses in a blanket of drab darkness and, as Henry waited for his wife to fight with the door lock, he could hear the hum of engines in the distance, this area about as quiet as you could find in the middle of London.

At least that hadn’t changed.

Smiling a little, he returned his attention to all the details he had somehow missed so much. The dents in the blue front door. The lock that wouldn’t budge before you’d twiddle with the key a little. And his trusty four pawed friend at the other side, nails tapping excitedly at the hardwood floors.

Home.

With a strange ache in his heart Henry followed the blonde woman into the house, her hand flicking over the light switch before Henry was attacked by a flurry of furry warmth and doggy licks.

‘KALLL! Kal, Kal, Kal! Hey good boy..’ Henry smiled as the large Akita near jumped up in his arms, excitement making the dog roll over onto his shoes, his proffered belly begging for a good scratch. Henry bent over to do just that, only to find himself grasping for his head as a sharp pain rushed up his scalp, a loud ring in his ears making him flinch.

‘Ah..!’ He exclaimed softly, but it wasn’t soft enough for the woman to miss, her feet quickly stepping back to him as she coddled him with soft finger strokes and gentle words.

‘Heyyyy..hey..calm.’ Henry could hear the slight worry in her voice, and he fought hard to open his eyes to at least look at her, unfamiliar love and care sparking between the both of them. ‘It’s okay.’ She breathed. ‘You’re okay. Let’s just..eh..get you up to bed, yea?’ She quickly stepped back and licked her lip, unsure of how to proceed with her stranger-of-a-husband.

Henry felt another painful jolt ring up through his skull, and so he could only nod in defeat, eyes clenching closed as he let the woman lead him up to the master bedroom.

Before long he was safely wrapped in the familiar smell of his own sheets, the bedroom a safe haven that had changed little except for the signs of a person that had slept on the other pillow, her smell still lingering.

That same smell now stepped into the doorway in the shapely appearance of dark jeans with hastily washed off toothpaste stains and a comfy cable knit sweater, long blond tresses cascading over her shoulders. She had taken the moment to get rid of their jackets and calm down Kal. 

‘You comfortable? I’m just going to message the day nurse to give her an update on...’ The woman hesitated, and then simply shrugged.

‘Yea, thank you,..eh..’ Henry felt a lump form in his throat as he realised he couldn’t remember her name, his face turning a blank at the rise of her mischievous eyebrows.

Shit.

‘Say now Mr. Cavill, have you forgotten my ..name?’ Her tired lips curled up in a smile.

‘I …’

It’s like she was making him sweat on purpose, her smile growing ever so slightly.

‘Bee?’ He tried.

She chuckled, a silent relief unclenching the tightness in her shoulders. ‘Well there’s one thing you remember. Or did you pick that up when I was on the phone?’

‘It was the phone.’

She sighed, knowing it had been too good to be true, her head shaking. ‘Shucks. Anyways. It’s Phoebe, or Feebs. Though Bee is the general “go to”.’ She marched out to the larger dresser, her fingers quietly clicking open one of the doors to retrieve some fresh linens. ‘And I used to call you Bear, in case you wonder. But eh, I guess that’s for another time.’ She heaved the pile of white cotton in her arm and gave him a puzzled look. ‘Or, maybe never.’ She quickly turned on her heel, her lips barely managing to hide the sadness that licked at her words.  

Henry smiled gently. ‘Thank you Phoebe-Bee.’

Her shoulders tensed up again. ‘I’ll..eh..be in one of the other -’

‘Wait, you’re not sleeping..?’ His voice trailed off as he looked at the slightly tousled sheets and pillow next to him - he knew she used to sleep there.

‘No, no. I’ll be right next -’

‘You can sleep here if you want.’

He had hoped the words would bring her comfort, but all he released was sorrow, a single tear sliding down her cheek as she looked over her shoulder at him.

‘I-I...oh, fuck, this is so silly.’ She quickly wiped the tear away, her body turning back again so she could hide the anguish that wrecked behind her light hearted facade. ‘I’m sorry, let’s just..’

‘Phoebe,’ Henry pleaded, earning a soft sniffle from her. ‘hey. Come now sweetheart. Come here.’

And like he hoped, these dark chocolate words did bring some sort of comfort, a short chuckle escaping her lips as she slowly shook her head. ‘You used to say that a lot.’

‘Well, you bet I did! And if you keep crying like that, I’ll come over to you instead!’ He pushed the sheets off, revealing his black boxers and two muscular long legs. 

For a moment he could see her look down over her shoulder, look down at him, guilty eyes not daring to really look to much before Henry’s gentle arm wrapped around her back as he escorted her to the edge of the mattress, her body eagerly leaning into him as they both sat down, more tears rolling down her cheeks. ‘Now, settle down, sugar.’ He hushed, brushing away some of the golden hair that curtained her stormy eyes.

Again he could feel a slight tingle in his loins, and, for all it was worth, Henry hoped that it could be a sign that he would remember her soon. Even if it was just a little. With a tender caress he brushed his palm over her back, his eyes studying her silhouette in the lowlights of the bedroom. She looked exhausted, her hands desperately clutching onto the messy white pile of sheets in her arms.

They sat like that for a moment. In a confusingly friendly manner, her breathing slowly calming and tears drying on her cheeks. 

‘Hey. If you promise not to bite, neither will I, okay?’

His words were met with a confused rise of her left eyebrow. ‘What?’

‘Biting bed bugs I can survive, but biting wives? I’m..eh..hahah, not so sure.’

Finally, that sweet smile of hers returned. ‘Oh Bear.’

‘Hi Bee,’ He returned her sweet smile and moved up his hand to brush a thumb over her cheek. ‘let’s both get some sleep, okay?’

Slowly, hesitantly, her gaze merged with his, an uncertainty still lingering deep in her midnight blues as she nodded her head yes. ‘Okay.’

And so, minutes later, Henry found himself in his bed with a wife. His wife, her sweet soft snores heard moments after her head had hit the pillow, her blonde hair splayed out over the dove grey satin. Again, he felt his stomach wring, but now it was with guilt, because as he looked at her sleeping form, darkness hiding most of her face, he could still see the pull of her eyebrows, the concerns of life not leaving her even in her sleep.

Henry sighed quietly and turned on his back, his eyes studying the familiar ceiling above his head, dark beams running long lines over a canvas of white. He had a million questions he still needed answers to. And, from the way people had evaded some of his questions, he knew there was still a lot to unpack; he hadn’t even been allowed to use his phone or laptop in the hospital. Then again, now he at least had someone who probably knew it all.

A wife. How about that?

Smiling to himself, he wondered what he would do tomorrow now his every step was no longer monitored by the hawk-like eyes of the hospital staff. He could like..start making phone calls. Or send some e-mails. Or better yet... figure out what was up with the tiny details that referred to..children. Children’s seats. Smells. And.. did he see Lego pieces strewn around in the hallway?

Children, could you imagine? Henry, a dad? Sniffling in amusement, Henry turned his face back to the woman next to him. Where were the children anyways? Had she been a single mom when they met? Was a crazy ex now taking care of her brood? Did she miss them? Miss him? The ..old Henry?

No, don’t think of that.

Sighing again, Henry’s lips opened, the words so gentle he hoped it wouldn’t wake her. ‘Good night Bee.’ He watched as she shifted a little, but didn’t wake. ‘and thank you. This must be as weird for you as it’s for me, but at least we’re ..home, hmm?’ He watched her silhouette a moment longer and then turned away, the familiar streak of light from the streetlight seeping in through the cracked open door. 

If only he could remember what had happened. 

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Chap 2 >

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Boston Boys [Part Eighteen]

Summary: Chris begins his attempt to right some wrongs; another familiar face shows up in Aurelie’s ER.  Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1948 Trigger Warning: This chapter contains physical violence exhibited by a man on a woman. Please skip the bolded text if you would like to read the chapter but are not comfortable with this sort of content. Chapter Warnings:  Angst, language, physical violence, discussion of criminal activity, mentions and implications of sex, pregnancy.  A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :) 

The rest of this fic gets relatively heavy, my friends -- this chapter and the two after it. I’m trying to warn as best I can without giving anything away. If you at any point find yourself uncomfortable finishing it, please just don’t finish it. I’m happy to give you the highlights if you want to DM me instead of reading any chapter! 

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After more soul-searching and connecting some dots, Chris took a hot shower, dressed himself, gathered a few belongings into a backpack, and headed out onto the Boston streets. His first stop was Elsa’s apartment. He knew that she likely wouldn’t want to speak with him, but he had to try anyway.

She opened the door and stared sternly at him. “What do you want?”

“To talk. Just to talk. You don’t have to say anything back, but I want to explain myself.”

Elsa rolled her eyes, but she left the door open as she turned back into the apartment. Chris followed her, beginning his apology for standing her up right away. Elsa turned back around and stopped him.

“Chris, do you know what’s happened since you stood me up last night? I got really drunk. I was hungover. Got over that pretty quickly when two detectives showed up on my doorstep to inform me that the guy I’ve been dating the last several months and his closest friends are the top suspects in the bank robbery where I was also kidnapped. That was fun.”

He rubbed his eyes before running a hand over his face. “I never meant for any of that to come back to you, Elsa. I swear. Like I said, if you’ll let me explain …”

Her eyes went wide and she pulled her phone from her back pocket, having it at hand. She was ready, cautious. Devastated.  

“So it’s true?” she choked out. “You did that to me?”

Chris stepped forward to hold her, but Elsa took a long stride backwards. Tears spilled over and she warned him not to touch her.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen that way,” he sighed. “Scarlett thought that you pulled the alarm for the police, she panicked. No one was supposed to get hurt, in any way.”

Elsa wiped at her cheeks, her movements deliberate, spurred on by her anger and hurt. “You. You were the one who calmed me down when I unlocked the safe. You left me on that curb, told me to sing … and then you found me in that grocery store … what a fucking easy target I was!”

Chris shook his head. “Elsa, no. No! I mean, yes, okay I was the one at the safe and the one who left you on the curb. Yes, I was tailing you to see what kind of trouble we were in, if you were speaking with the police or if you would recognize us since you lived close to our neighborhood. But the rest of it, I swear, was genuine. I asked you to coffee and I fell -- I fell in love with you because of you. Not because of anything else.”

She growled, an angry sound coming up from deep within her. She stepped forward, but it was only so that Chris was within reach for her to shove him back, further away from her.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment! Don’t you dare come anywhere near me ever again, do you hear me? You or any of your fucking criminal friends or your lying ass bitch of a sister! Get out!”

Elsa shoved him again. Chris closed his eyes and breathed for a moment. She was sobbing now, and it was his fault. The hurt, the anger she was feeling. He had caused all of it.

“I’ll stay away,” Chris promised, “I just wanted you to hear the truth from me. I’m sorry that I hurt you and -- and I love you, Elsa. I always will.”

She turned away from him, refusing to look at him for another second. Chris lingered for a moment, fighting the urge to comfort her. There was no comfort he could offer in that moment. He had done what he came here to do, and now it was time to go.

Scarlett was tired from a long day at the barber shop, followed by rush hour grocery shopping. All she wanted to do was settle in with Seb and a bottle of wine, maybe some takeout. After some tipsy sex, she was going to be looking forward to a nice, long night of deep, peaceful sleep.

She wasn’t expecting Chris to be sitting in the recliner in the front room of her house when she came home. He had a gun out, set on his knee, his hand over the grip, finger laying against the trigger guard.

“Fuck, you scared me,” she gasped, trying to slow her heart as she dropped her bags in the kitchen then returned to him, arms crossed over her chest. “How’d you even get in here?”

Chris smirked. “You gave Sebastian a key. After he found the extra cell you’ve been carrying around, he was only too happy to hand it over to me.”

“That’s all it took, huh? He found an extra phone and then decided to betray me? The girl he’s been in love with forever, the one who was actually there by his side in the hospital when he got shot?” She scoffed. “Try again, Chris.”

“You’re right,” he said, easing himself out of the recliner. “It wasn’t that easy. But, finding that phone did give him some cause for concern. He may be in love with you, Scar, and maybe you were at the hospital when I wasn’t, but I’m still the one he calls brother. We did a little of our own investigating last night, after he dropped you off at home. You weren’t here when we came back, but we did trace your original cell to Downey’s place. Bet the wine at his place was even better than the bottle Seb paid for last night, huh?”

Scarlett looked away. “I don’t have to explain anything to you. I don’t owe you anything.”

“No, you don’t, but we’ve been friends for a long time. Even had a little go-round ourselves. You can be honest with me. Who’s better in bed? Seb or Downey? Or me?” He didn’t give her a chance for an answer or a witty comeback -- didn’t even give her the chance to ignore him. He put a hand at her throat and pushed her against a wall, clicking the safety off the gun and putting it to her temple. “Actually, answer me a different question. Was it you who shot at me that night? Are you the one who texted Aurelie to warn her? How long have you been Downey’s watchdog?”

She scratched at his hand and pulled on his arm, tiny sounds squeaking out from her throat under the pressure of his hand. Chris raised his brow and Scarlett quit fighting. He kept the gun pointed at her head but let go of her throat. She gasped a few breaths before she was able to breathe relatively normal.

“I’ve had a shit night, Scar. Not in the mood to wait around,” Chris warned.

She held up a hand as she leaned over, balanced on with the other hand on her knee. She rubbed her neck, then stood up straight again.

“Downey knew almost right away that you were dating Elsa. He came to me -- he knew Seb or Scotty would never turn on you. I didn’t want to believe it, but when she came into the barber shop, I realized Downey wasn’t lying. And then the fact that your sister is dating a Krasinski? You and Aurelie both are threatening a very delicate ecosystem that keeps us all alive, keeps us all surviving.” She shook her head. “Downey thought that if we took you out, Scotty would take over the Evans family business, would be easier to control. Aurelie would spook and break things off with John. If the two families were united, maybe you wouldn’t need him anymore. He can’t have that.”

Chris nodded. “And cheating on Seb?”

Tears sprang to her eyes. “I love him. I do. But he can’t protect me, not from you, not from Downey, not from anyone. I have to survive, too, you know.”

He let the gun drop from her head, clicking the safety back on. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You listening? Good. You’re not gonna tell a single soul that I was here tonight. Seb and I will keep quiet about what we saw last night, and you’ll leave him alone. You’re gonna call in sick to the shop for the next few days, give Seb some time. You’re going to let me deal with Downey, Aurelie, and Krasinski. Do you understand me?”

Scarlett nodded. So did Chris. He put the gun in the waistband of his pants and left, slamming the front door behind him. Before he was out of the driveway, Scarlett was on the phone to Downey.

Aurelie tied her shoes, then pushed herself up from the kitchen chair. She wasn’t showing yet or feeling weighed down by the growing baby yet, but the little one was already tiring her out.

John came up behind her, freshly showered and smelling wonderful. He put gentle hands on her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her neck.

“You could stay home with me, you know,” he told her. “Call in sick to the hospital. Morning sickness or something.”

She giggled and turned in his arms. “As much as I wish I could, there are lives that need saving, and I took an oath to heal. I’ll be home before you know it. You know that second wind I always have when I come home, before I can fall asleep?”

“Yes, usually that’s when I’m trying to get my last hour or so of sleep and you’re begging me to entertain you or massage your feet or something.”

“That’s exactly it. I was thinking, when I come home tomorrow morning, you could tire me out.”

John nuzzled against her neck again, growling as he nipped at the bare skin there. Aurelie’s giggles resumed, but she pulled his face up to her so she could kiss him. John held her close and licked her lips, quickly gaining access to her mouth.

“These hormones are going to be the death of me,” Aurelie sighed, pulling away from him, “but you’re going to make me late for work. I love you, I will see you when I come home.”

“I love you more,” John smiled, pulling her in for one more kiss before sending her out the door with a loving swat on the bottom.

As she drove to the hospital, Aurelie couldn’t stop herself from smiling. They certainly had some obstacles to overcome, but she and John and the baby were going to be a family. They were going to be happy.

Her pager went off as she was walking into the ER. It wasn’t an emergency page, so she allowed herself to actually get settled before answering. With a tired sigh, she set her bags down, logged on to a computer, then found the nurse who had paged her.

The nurse handed her a chart. “Room two is asking for you. Told her you weren’t here just yet, she said she’d wait, but she didn’t want anyone else to see her. Wouldn’t even let us take vitals.”

Aurelie nodded and took the chart, stretching her neck from side to side as she walked to room two. She pulled open the curtain, closed it behind her, and looked to her patient -- a familiar woman with mascara stains under her eyes and finger-shaped bruises on her throat. Aurelie frowned and set the chart on the tray in the room, immediately going to the patient’s bedside and taking her hand.

“Scarlett? What the hell happened to you?”

Scarlett sniffled and squeezed Aurelie’s hand. “We gotta talk, Aurie.”

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Boston Boys [Part Eighteen]

Summary: Chris begins his attempt to right some wrongs; another familiar face shows up in Aurelie’s ER. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1948 Trigger Warning: This chapter contains physical violence exhibited by a man on a woman. Please skip the bolded text if you would like to read the chapter but are not comfortable with this sort of content. Chapter Warnings: Angst, language, physical violence, discussion of criminal activity, mentions and implications of sex, pregnancy. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

The rest of this fic gets relatively heavy, my friends -- this chapter and the two after it. I’m trying to warn as best I can without giving anything away. If you at any point find yourself uncomfortable finishing it, please just don’t finish it. I’m happy to give you the highlights if you want to DM me instead of reading any chapter!

Boston Boys Masterlist

After more soul-searching and connecting some dots, Chris took a hot shower, dressed himself, gathered a few belongings into a backpack, and headed out onto the Boston streets. His first stop was Elsa’s apartment. He knew that she likely wouldn’t want to speak with him, but he had to try anyway.

She opened the door and stared sternly at him. “What do you want?”

“To talk. Just to talk. You don’t have to say anything back, but I want to explain myself.”

Elsa rolled her eyes, but she left the door open as she turned back into the apartment. Chris followed her, beginning his apology for standing her up right away. Elsa turned back around and stopped him.

“Chris, do you know what’s happened since you stood me up last night? I got really drunk. I was hungover. Got over that pretty quickly when two detectives showed up on my doorstep to inform me that the guy I’ve been dating the last several months and his closest friends are the top suspects in the bank robbery where I was also kidnapped. That was fun.”

He rubbed his eyes before running a hand over his face. “I never meant for any of that to come back to you, Elsa. I swear. Like I said, if you’ll let me explain …”

Her eyes went wide and she pulled her phone from her back pocket, having it at hand. She was ready, cautious. Devastated.  

“So it’s true?” she choked out. “You did that to me?”

Chris stepped forward to hold her, but Elsa took a long stride backwards. Tears spilled over and she warned him not to touch her.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen that way,” he sighed. “Scarlett thought that you pulled the alarm for the police, she panicked. No one was supposed to get hurt, in any way.”

Elsa wiped at her cheeks, her movements deliberate, spurred on by her anger and hurt. “You. You were the one who calmed me down when I unlocked the safe. You left me on that curb, told me to sing … and then you found me in that grocery store … what a fucking easy target I was!”

Chris shook his head. “Elsa, no. No! I mean, yes, okay I was the one at the safe and the one who left you on the curb. Yes, I was tailing you to see what kind of trouble we were in, if you were speaking with the police or if you would recognize us since you lived close to our neighborhood. But the rest of it, I swear, was genuine. I asked you to coffee and I fell -- I fell in love with you because of you. Not because of anything else.”

She growled, an angry sound coming up from deep within her. She stepped forward, but it was only so that Chris was within reach for her to shove him back, further away from her.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment! Don’t you dare come anywhere near me ever again, do you hear me? You or any of your fucking criminal friends or your lying ass bitch of a sister! Get out!”

Elsa shoved him again. Chris closed his eyes and breathed for a moment. She was sobbing now, and it was his fault. The hurt, the anger she was feeling. He had caused all of it.

“I’ll stay away,” Chris promised, “I just wanted you to hear the truth from me. I’m sorry that I hurt you and -- and I love you, Elsa. I always will.”

She turned away from him, refusing to look at him for another second. Chris lingered for a moment, fighting the urge to comfort her. There was no comfort he could offer in that moment. He had done what he came here to do, and now it was time to go.

Scarlett was tired from a long day at the barber shop, followed by rush hour grocery shopping. All she wanted to do was settle in with Seb and a bottle of wine, maybe some takeout. After some tipsy sex, she was going to be looking forward to a nice, long night of deep, peaceful sleep.

She wasn’t expecting Chris to be sitting in the recliner in the front room of her house when she came home. He had a gun out, set on his knee, his hand over the grip, finger laying against the trigger guard.

“Fuck, you scared me,” she gasped, trying to slow her heart as she dropped her bags in the kitchen then returned to him, arms crossed over her chest. “How’d you even get in here?”

Chris smirked. “You gave Sebastian a key. After he found the extra cell you’ve been carrying around, he was only too happy to hand it over to me.”

“That’s all it took, huh? He found an extra phone and then decided to betray me? The girl he’s been in love with forever, the one who was actually there by his side in the hospital when he got shot?” She scoffed. “Try again, Chris.”

“You’re right,” he said, easing himself out of the recliner. “It wasn’t that easy. But, finding that phone did give him some cause for concern. He may be in love with you, Scar, and maybe you were at the hospital when I wasn’t, but I’m still the one he calls brother. We did a little of our own investigating last night, after he dropped you off at home. You weren’t here when we came back, but we did trace your original cell to Downey’s place. Bet the wine at his place was even better than the bottle Seb paid for last night, huh?”

Scarlett looked away. “I don’t have to explain anything to you. I don’t owe you anything.”

“No, you don’t, but we’ve been friends for a long time. Even had a little go-round ourselves. You can be honest with me. Who’s better in bed? Seb or Downey? Or me?” He didn’t give her a chance for an answer or a witty comeback -- didn’t even give her the chance to ignore him. He put a hand at her throat and pushed her against a wall, clicking the safety off the gun and putting it to her temple. “Actually, answer me a different question. Was it you who shot at me that night? Are you the one who texted Aurelie to warn her? How long have you been Downey’s watchdog?”

She scratched at his hand and pulled on his arm, tiny sounds squeaking out from her throat under the pressure of his hand. Chris raised his brow and Scarlett quit fighting. He kept the gun pointed at her head but let go of her throat. She gasped a few breaths before she was able to breathe relatively normal.

“I’ve had a shit night, Scar. Not in the mood to wait around,” Chris warned.

She held up a hand as she leaned over, balanced on with the other hand on her knee. She rubbed her neck, then stood up straight again.

“Downey knew almost right away that you were dating Elsa. He came to me -- he knew Seb or Scotty would never turn on you. I didn’t want to believe it, but when she came into the barber shop, I realized Downey wasn’t lying. And then the fact that your sister is dating a Krasinski? You and Aurelie both are threatening a very delicate ecosystem that keeps us all alive, keeps us all surviving.” She shook her head. “Downey thought that if we took you out, Scotty would take over the Evans family business, would be easier to control. Aurelie would spook and break things off with John. If the two families were united, maybe you wouldn’t need him anymore. He can’t have that.”

Chris nodded. “And cheating on Seb?”

Tears sprang to her eyes. “I love him. I do. But he can’t protect me, not from you, not from Downey, not from anyone. I have to survive, too, you know.”

He let the gun drop from her head, clicking the safety back on. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You listening? Good. You’re not gonna tell a single soul that I was here tonight. Seb and I will keep quiet about what we saw last night, and you’ll leave him alone. You’re gonna call in sick to the shop for the next few days, give Seb some time. You’re going to let me deal with Downey, Aurelie, and Krasinski. Do you understand me?”

Scarlett nodded. So did Chris. He put the gun in the waistband of his pants and left, slamming the front door behind him. Before he was out of the driveway, Scarlett was on the phone to Downey.

Aurelie tied her shoes, then pushed herself up from the kitchen chair. She wasn’t showing yet or feeling weighed down by the growing baby yet, but the little one was already tiring her out.

John came up behind her, freshly showered and smelling wonderful. He put gentle hands on her shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her neck.

“You could stay home with me, you know,” he told her. “Call in sick to the hospital. Morning sickness or something.”

She giggled and turned in his arms. “As much as I wish I could, there are lives that need saving, and I took an oath to heal. I’ll be home before you know it. You know that second wind I always have when I come home, before I can fall asleep?”

“Yes, usually that’s when I’m trying to get my last hour or so of sleep and you’re begging me to entertain you or massage your feet or something.”

“That’s exactly it. I was thinking, when I come home tomorrow morning, you could tire me out.”

John nuzzled against her neck again, growling as he nipped at the bare skin there. Aurelie’s giggles resumed, but she pulled his face up to her so she could kiss him. John held her close and licked her lips, quickly gaining access to her mouth.

“These hormones are going to be the death of me,” Aurelie sighed, pulling away from him, “but you’re going to make me late for work. I love you, I will see you when I come home.”

“I love you more,” John smiled, pulling her in for one more kiss before sending her out the door with a loving swat on the bottom.

As she drove to the hospital, Aurelie couldn’t stop herself from smiling. They certainly had some obstacles to overcome, but she and John and the baby were going to be a family. They were going to be happy.

Her pager went off as she was walking into the ER. It wasn’t an emergency page, so she allowed herself to actually get settled before answering. With a tired sigh, she set her bags down, logged on to a computer, then found the nurse who had paged her.

The nurse handed her a chart. “Room two is asking for you. Told her you weren’t here just yet, she said she’d wait, but she didn’t want anyone else to see her. Wouldn’t even let us take vitals.”

Aurelie nodded and took the chart, stretching her neck from side to side as she walked to room two. She pulled open the curtain, closed it behind her, and looked to her patient -- a familiar woman with mascara stains under her eyes and finger-shaped bruises on her throat. Aurelie frowned and set the chart on the tray in the room, immediately going to the patient’s bedside and taking her hand.

“Scarlett? What the hell happened to you?”

Scarlett sniffled and squeezed Aurelie’s hand. “We gotta talk, Aurie.”

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[lickstynine]

Can you talk a little about Kazu's background? I'm curuous about him.

Alrighty, I am down for this! This is gonna be super long, and chock-full of triggers, so the faint of heart should probably cop out now!

TW: alcohol, child abuse, death, drug abuse, fire, homophobia, mental illness, rape/noncon, underage sex, violence

Kazu’s mom was a cheating whore. He was conceived during a one-night stand while his mom’s husband was out of town. This wouldn’t have been a noticeable issue, except his dad was Russian, not Japanese, and so he came out super tall with blue eyes. So of course husband realized Kazu wasn’t his kid, and hated him for it. Mom hated him, too, but for different reasons. She was just a selfish bitch that never wanted kids. They were negligent of him at best, and abusive at worst. Now, something very important to note here is that Kazu is super smart. He was very mentally advanced for his age as a child (and physically advanced - boi was huuuuge), and when he was four, he got sick of being treated like shit, and set their house on fire in the middle of the night.

With his mom and her husband dead, Kazu wound up in an orphanage. He was the definition of a problem child. He broke shit, he lit things on fire, he got into fights, and he never went to school. By age 8, he was getting in trouble for drawing dirty pictures of the other boys at the orphanage. Around this same time, he started getting bullied for being gay. Like, bullied bad. So he gradually learned how to fight, after getting the shit beaten out of him many a time. He and the rest of the boys were basically at war though the rest of his time at the orphanage. I should mention, they never ever got him to go to school. That just didn’t happen. The people running the orphanage gave the fuck up.

Okay, so at about age twelve, Kazu got into a really bad fight. Like, by now he’s about the size of your average Japanese adult, and he fucked up the other kid. He realized he was old enough that he’d probably face serious consequences, so he just said fuck it and ran away to live on the streets. He spent the next few months picking pockets for money to buy food, before realizing he could do better. He started saving up money he stole, and used it to buy a fake ID (I know 12 seems young for that to be effective, but keep in mind he’s like at least 5’6” and looks about five to ten years older than he is). Now he could get into nightclubs, and he executed his master plan: find a guy, go home with him, sleep with him, raid his wallet, raid his fridge, use his shower, and leave.

This brilliant technique worked for him for about six months, until one very bad night. It was late June, like a Wednesday night at two in the morning, so there was nobody in the bar cause it was fucking closing time on a Wednesday. The few guys in there he’d struck out with, and he was about to give up and go sleep on a park bench. He really didn’t want to though, because a bad storm was starting to roll in. As he was about to call it, this 30-ish woman approached him. She was like “You ever slept with a girl?” and he was like “No but I’d rather try it than sleep in the rain.”

They go back to her place, and things start getting hot and heavy. Before they can actually do shit, he chickens out, like ‘Nope. Can’t do this. Strictly into dick. Sorry.’ Luckily, she was like “That’s fine, I get it, just crash on the couch. I won’t kick you out at three am in the rain.” Now, this should have been the happy ending, but Kazu, what with his unchecked BPD and current drunken state, had a better idea. He realized he could still steal her wallet, so that’s what he tried to do. Exceeept… unlike men, women keep their wallets in their purses. So now he’s in her room, desperately digging through a purse full of shit while trying not to wake her up. After a few painfully long minutes, he finds it and turns to leave. And she’s right behind him.

Kazu ofc immediately panics. “I’m so sorry! Here, have your money back! Take everything I have, just please don’t call the cops!”

She shakes her head. “Oh, honey, I’m not calling the cops. In fact, you can have the money. But you have to earn it.” At this point, he tries to make a break for it, but she grabs him and they end up fighting. He gets slammed facefirst into the nightstand, leaving a huge gash that later became that scar down his face. She managed to get control over him, cause even though he had some fighting experience, he was still a drunk scrawny preteen.

So uh, we’re gonna fast forward a bit here, but I’m guessing you all know exactly what happened next. Three days later, Kazu was dumped onto the street, miserable and sore and fucking traumatized. If it were up to him, he would’ve just laid around doing nothing until he wasted away, but by now, the local bums were pretty familiar with him. They brought him food and water when they could, and generally just made sure he didn’t drop dead. After a few weeks of just sitting around praying for death, he went back to frequenting bars, mostly in hopes of drinking away the memories of what had happened. It didn’t work entirely, but it helped, and he slowly slid back into his former routine.

However, after a while, the alcohol just wasn’t bringing him enough solace anymore. So what does he go for? Heroin. Fantastic idea, right? Well, funny enough, keeping up a hard drug habit takes a decent amount of money, so he finds himself a ‘real’ job. He starts working as muscle-for-hire, working his way up the ladder of the underworld until he was the best hitman in the city. He was about sixteen or seventeen at that point, and he basically just stuck with that job for a few years.

Age 19. Kazu was just wandering around the shitty parts of town at midnight, as homeless junkie hitmen do, when he comes across a group of thugs about to beat up what looks like a fucking child. Deciding that he didn’t really approve of the odds here, and knowing how much he loved kicking ass, Kazu interfered. He kicked the shit out of a couple of the guys, which scared the rest off. Now, the kid that was about to get beat up? Actually a 21-year-old Minato.

Grateful for being rescued, and being Minato, smol one invites Kazu back to the little bakery he owns, and gives him cookies as thanks. He tells Kazu to come back anytime, that he was always welcome. Kazu, of course, had no intention of actually doing so, but a few days later, a mob boss he had really pissed off caught up with him and had him beaten fucking senseless. Clearly in need of help but semi in denial about it, the very beat up Kazu made his way back to the bakery, claiming he just needed a snack and some water. Minato, of course was like “Are you fucking kidding you’re bleeding in nine places come upstairs I’m taking care of you.” Kazu reluctantly agreed, and Min ended up nursing him back to health.

Once he was feeling better, Kazu ran off again, but he kept periodically dropping by the bakery to say hi, steal food, hang out. After a couple months, he finally got the balls to ask Min on a date, and they ended up going out. It was never really casual, they fell for each other hard and fast. Minato was and still is the only person Kazu has ever truly cared about, and Min believes Kazu is his soulmate. They stuck by each other through all sorts of bullshit, from the bakery almost going under, to Kazu getting clean (from heroin, at least. He’s still an awful drunk.) They were dating for about two years before Kazu proposed, and obviously, they got married. About two years into their marriage, they ended up moving into a real house and adopting Takao (more on that here: https://lickstynine.tumblr.com/post/164083978393/whats-the-story-behind-kazu-and-minato-adopting). Their sixth anniversary was April 22nd of this year.

So yeah, that’s the story of Kazu. Hope you enjoyed!